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I might as well stand in front of a bullet,
Close my eyes and kick the chair to the floor.

Saving the best piano-led torch song for last, the haunting atmospherics of "101" reflect Keys’ resignation that no matter how hard she tries to pretend she’s not just another notch on her playa boyfriend's bedpost, she will always only ever be a stopgap until the unsuspecting Ms 102 comes along.